This "Blood Rushing Skill" is clearly an eighteen-hand imprint version, handwritten in sloppy, crooked words like chicken scratches.
With Brother Murong's expertise as an old riverside in martial arts, he even found quite a few ambiguous typos in it.
It's a bit taxing for him, but for Duan Yun, it's just homophones; mistakes or not make little difference.
Yet looking at the wrinkled, tattered cultivation technique, he still felt a strong sense of discrimination.
Especially Brother Murong, whose face turned green.
Today he spent the entire day washing toilets, finally getting a chance to learn martial arts, only to end up with this?
He's usually more temperate than Duan Yun, but at this point, his hair was standing on end, looking at the ragged imprint and couldn't help but get angry, complaining: "I came along to reform the Martial World, not to suffer!"
This time, Duan Yun felt for the first time the plight of the bottom level of the Martial World.
